In Its Own Light
A tree would grace this room,
with scattered memories, moments,
as if ornaments in our lives.
Laced with light, a strand of time
across its branches, this past year
and all that it offered, all it has taken.
A balance achieved, yet where
is the balance in taking a life,
to see it wither before our eyes?
Better to see it in its own light,
that we might know it as it is,
as it will be each passing year.
This is my response to Thursday Photo Prompt: Light #writephoto
at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo, with her photo.
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Beautiful poem, Ken. You are dreamy and lyrical at first but your last two
stanzas leave us with serious reflections.
Miriam
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Thank you, Miriam. Either way can have a sentimental side, but then I’m a romantic at heart.
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Amen to that, Ken. I always loved Christmas trees as a child, and their scent brings back so many memories…but always grieved for their denuded skeletons. I have never had a real tree as an adult. The symbol is enough.
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Truly beautiful
I love the memories and moments as ornaments!
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Thank you. 🙂
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I have always felt sad that they are cut and their lives are over.
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I suppose waiting until the last minute to buy a Charlie Brown tree gives that neglected tree meaning, but it still adds to the count for the next year’s estimates.
Who am I kidding? We’ll have a tree.
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Laced indeed,
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🙂
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I feel that sentiment too, but will also have a tree. At least the city recycles them as mulch. (K)
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Ours also recycles, so the consolation prize isn’t so bad.
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Really beautiful and touching! ❤
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Thank you. 🙂
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